Just about that time, Patty O'Toole was walking up the path toward the gates.

"Patty", Peter says, "What are you doing here? The book doesn't have you scheduled to be here yet."

"Well, Saint Peter", Patty says, "It's like this. I was waiting for the bus on Thirty-Fourth Street. But I had been to the pub earlier, and me bladder started telling me that it's time to pay the rent on the beer I'd been drinking. And the tavern was too far away from the bus stop, so I went to an apartment building there and knocked on a few doors until I found a decent fellow that let me use his jon."

"Well, that sure took care of the problem, but when I looked out the front door of the building, I saw that my bus was at the stop and was about to leave."

"So I started running toward the door, and I realized that me zipper was still down. So I'm running out the door toward the bus, pulling up me fly, and out of the blue a refrigerator lands on me. So here I am."